Starting a blog post on a Saturday is one of the last things I thought I would do to highlight my night before the pandemic.  Now that I feel quarantined to the world, I decided I didn’t want to browse through Netflix, Hulu, Prime, or HBO to find something to watch or re-watch.  I thought about writing tonight.  I thought about finally putting some ideas into my blog.  It didn’t help that I just paid for my new subscription to this site and haven’t written anything since 2018.  I didn’t write anything on this blog last year.  Not even a little blurb about something interesting in my life in 2019 but I’ll start tonight.

Earlier, I saw some videos on Texas.  I feel like there was something that I did leave behind in Houston.  I moved to the DC area over 10 years ago and I finally admit that I truly did leave something behind. I always saw myself as a writer, even as a kid, and I have been ignoring it for a long time.  I guess I lost the touch or passion for writing a year or two after moving to Houston.  I thought about becoming a published writer or poet and then I just decided to ignore this ability.  I guess it stopped being fun when I felt the pressure to produce something with it. I would write here and there. As sudden as the urge would start to write, it would stop. Now that I think about the mortality of my parents, my siblings, Jennifer and the kids, I sometimes wonder what happens if this is it.  I don’t want to think about it but it seems to hit a little home when I see the stories of the infected in New York.  The numbers seem very public but it’s scary to not know who’s been infected near you.  I now start to realize the risk I take every time I take a step outside.  It’s just weird.  I thought it would pass when I was first asked to work from home.  Now I wonder what will it be like when we do go back to “normal”.

Today, I start a blog.  Hopefully it will continue.  Hopefully I finish writing a story I have had in my mind since 2003.  I did start it on Myspace but I believe it has been erased.  I’m sure I can re-write it and who knows, maybe it will be worth finishing. lol

I will focus on some thoughts I’ve wanted to write for some time and just feared that it was too personal.  For those reading this, I hope you enjoy.

Quick tidbit.  When I managed my first location, my co-workers and I were very close with one another.  I have to admit, it probably was the best time to manage until things slowly fell apart.  Looking back, lack of experience, lead to things escalating quickly.  It saddens me when I look back but all good things do come to an end.  Maybe that’s something else to write about.  Anyways, I remember my co-workers and I would play random games on the computers to pass the time at the reference desk or the circulation desk.  We came up on the game Pandemic 2.  We were all trying to infect the world in order to win the game. We would come very close but Madagascar was always the only part of the world that wouldn’t get infected.  None of use ever beat it until someone from work figured it out through a message board.  Once we all did it, that was the end of that game.  I believe we all moved to Farmville after that. Fitting how I finally saw the movie Madagascar today with the family.